A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist. The doctor took one look at her, and all his professionalism went out the window.

He immediately told her to undress. After she had disrobed, the doctor began to stroke her thigh.

Doing so, he asked her, “Do you know what I’m doing?”

“Yes,” she replied, “you’re checking for any abrasions or dermatological abnormalities.”

“That is right,” said the doctor.

He then began to fondle her breasts. “Do you know what I’m doing now?”

“Yes,” the woman said, “you’re checking for any lumps or breast cancer.”

“Correct,” replied the shady doctor.

Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse with her.

He asked, “Do you know what I’m doing now?”

“Yes,” she said. “You’re getting herpes, which is why I came here in the first place.”

This chick walks into a doctor’s office and the nurse tells her to take off her clothes and that the doctor will be with her in a minute, so she does.

The doctor walks in and take off his coat and starts to feel between her thighs. He asks “do you know what I’m doing now”

and she replies “you’re checking for menopause” and he says “very good”.

Then he starts feeling her tits and he asks her “do you know what I’m doing now” and she says “checking for breast cancer” and he says “very good”.

Then he jumps on her and starts rooting her and asks if she knows what he’s doing now and she replies “contracting genital herpes cause that’s why I came to see you”

Lori, the pert and pretty nurse, took her troubles to a resident psychiatrist in the hospital where she worked.

“Doctor, you must help me,” she pleaded. “It has gotten so that every time I date one of the young doctors here, I end up in bed with him. And then afterward, I feel guilty and depressed for a week.”

“I see,” nodded the psychiatrist. “And you, no doubt, want me to strengthen your willpower and resolve in this matter.”

“For God’s sake, NO!” exclaimed the Nurse. “I want you to fix it so I won’t feel guilty and depressed afterward.”

One day Bill complained to his friend, “My elbow really hurts, I guess I should see a doctor.”

His friend offered, “Don’t do that. There’s a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker an cheaper than a doctor. Simply put in a sample of your urine and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about it. It only costs $10.”

Bill figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10. The computer started making some noise and various lights started flashing. After a brief pause out popped a small slip of paper on which was printed: You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water. Avoid heavy lifting. It will be better in two weeks.

Late that evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this machine could be fooled. He decided to give it a try. He mixed together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples from his wife and daughter. To top it off, he masturbated into the concoction.

He went back to the drug store, located the machine, poured in the sample and deposited the $10. The computer again made the usual noise and printed out the following message:

Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. Your dog has worms. Get him vitamins. Your daughter is using cocaine. Put her in a rehabilitation clinic. Your wife is pregnant with twin girls. They aren’t yours. Get a lawyer. And if you don’t stop jerking off, your tennis elbow will never get better.

Three elderly ladies were at the doctor for a cognitive reasoning test.

The doctor says to the first gal, “What is three times three?” “297,” was her prompt reply. “Ummm humm,” says the doc.

The doctor says to the second lady, “It’s your turn now. What is three times three?” “Friday,” replies the second lady. “Ummm humm…”

Then the doc says to the third, “Okay, mam, your turn. What’s three times three?”

“Nine,” she says. “That’s wonderful!” says the doc. “Tell me, how did you get that?”

“Simple,” she says, beaming… “I subtracted 297 from Friday!”